Anne is a nine year old girl trapped in world war three. The 2067 army bombed Asia and they killed half of New York. Her mother was killed while she was visiting America, that's when the bomb went off in Hong Kong. Anne was living in North Korea with her dad, Yumi, and brother Terrik. "Daddy, what's going to happen? What if the smoke reaches us?" she asked nervously. "We'll be okay." her dad assured.
That was two years ago when Anne was seven. Asia was a poor place now, they had low food sources, since North America struck diamonds in 2055. World War three was unleashed, and half of the people in Europe were killed or put to work killing others.
Anne looked at the dirt, mushing her toes into it. She swung on her swing that was in the middle of the forest. It was a beautiful spot. She heard chipmunks, just like the one she had at home, Asia changed a lot when Obama killed the queen of England in 2061. She was wearing a light blue sundress, with her hair was matted down hanging in her face as usual.
A uttered gasp as someone grabbed her from behind and pretended to choke her. "Terrik that's not funny!" she cried hitting his chest. Her little lisp made her sound like a snake when saying the letter "s". Terrik laughed, the hitting didn't hurt a bit.
He grabbed her chubby cheeks and squeezed them, "Aw, look at the cute little baby." he exclaimed sarcastically. "I'm not a baby Terrik, I'm young to you because your fifteen." she protested brushing the hair out her round, pink face.
"Yeah, well anyways, dad said to come in and grab some supper." Tarrik continued. He grabbed her arm and started walking towards their home. It was down in the country, they had their own farm. It was easier that way.
